Another Demon

A pink head with blonde hair popped into the room, the horns on its forehead six inches long and curling backwards. Slim, petite, glasses, with a paisley skirt and a white blouse that did nothing to hide a pair of tits the size of navel oranges.

"What goes on here!?" She demanded, voice high-pitched, accent weird—Slavic or Russian. "I hear scream."

Lois Lane pointed to her cock, six inches tall and nearly twice as thick as when she had first walked into the bar.

"I'm sorry. The girl I was with couldn't handle it, she left me like this."

The blonde demon snorted and pushed her way in. She was wearing stockings on her oddly thin legs, but no shoes. The cock, as though possessed of a mind of its own, seemed to be leaning toward the demon. Lois wondered if it could smell her pussy.

One stocking-clad toe lifted to press against the head of the cock. Lois winced, watched the precum soak through the thin, sheer material. Her eyes fell on the mystery beneath the skirt, the unholiests of unholies on this particular demon from hell.

"Stiff," the demon said, with what Lois couldn't tell was a tone of disdain or approval. "Yvette will take care of it."

The reporter was hoping that meant the demon would lift her skirt and sit on the painfully hard erection, as the last one had—but Yvette had other plans. Her strong toes gripped Lois, and for the first time the reporter saw she had only two of them, with large hard nails that had been trimmed down and painted pink. Seeing that, the reporter looked back up along the oddly thin legs and made out other familiar anatomical features...though nothing she'd seen on a human.

Goat legs, Lois thought, as Yvette stroked her hard shaft. I'm getting a hoof job!

Which was bad. Lois needed to stick the demonbreaker inside of Yvette for it to do its thing...and quickly, before the reporter blew her load.

"You like, yes, little boygirl?" Yvette said.

"Yes," Lois said. "But I'd like it better if you'd sit in my lap."

The blonde demon snorted. "You cannot handle what is between my legs."

"Try me," Lois countered.

Yvette pushed her glasses up to the bridge of her cute little nose. Reached down and unzipped her skirt, parting it to reveal...